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This is a really excellent comic book with the premise that these kids are all acquaintances because their parents are friends, but there is nothing exceptional about any of them… until they realize that a) their parents are actually a super-villain group, and b) they all have various super-powers of their own. Having superpowers is awesome, but who wants to be a supervillain when you can be a superhero instead? Except that their parents are supervillains and are killing people and what in the world are they supposed to do about that because despite it all, they’re still their parents?

As a thirty-something, parental issues aren’t really my thing, but I wish I’d found this when I was somewhat younger and into the X-Men. There was a time when the thought of super-powered teenagers dealing with school and parents and teachers and working in groups while still remaining an individual really spoke to me. At the moment, this book addresses issues just a trifle young for me, but it’s still really good and I do recommend it.

This was beautiful and I loved the premise that there are these reincarnated gods who are hanging around. However, it turns out that there’s a pantheon of 12 reincarnated gods, and they all know each other and have complex, interrelated backstories that relate in complex ways to the actual plot, and all of this is presented in large data dumps. I couldn’t keep track of what was happening or who was involved. It’s a beautiful book, and the premise really does remain pretty fascinating, so I may try to read the second volume eventually and see if it helps at all with tracking what’s going on.

Deadpool has been crossing my radar somewhat more frequently recently and I noticed one of the trade comic books at the library and decided I should give it a shot. It’s fun and gratuitously violent, but with the sort of satisfying comic book violence that’s also a commentary on how ludicrous previous plots have been to kill various characters. I didn’t like the characterization of Charles Xavier who plays a minor but pivotal roll in setting up the plot, such as it is, for this story. But characterization is not really the point of this story. Instead, irony seems the order of the day, to the extent that at the end I was kind of wondering if the author was trying to ironically be ironic. My take-away is that Deadpool might be the most violent, most hipster character ever.